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What you see and what you hear depends a great deal on where you are standing. It also depends on what sort of person you are.
[ғuʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ:] Sefton Quinton Howland
↳ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Sefton (SEF-tən): English, meaning "town in the rushes"
↳ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Quinton (KWIN-tən): English, derived from "Quintin", meaning "queen's town"
↳ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Howland: English, derived from "Hollands", meaning "ridge land"
(nickname) Sef. Or Quin, if you know him well. Don't even think about calling him Quin, unless you're certain you'll be allowed.
Things never happen the same way twice.
[ᴀɢᴇ:] Eighteen
(birthday) December 30th
(place of birth) His parents' cottage
(time of birth) 9:31 in the night
(birthstone) Zircon
(birth flower) Poinsettia
It is a very funny thing that the sleepier you are, the longer you take about going to bed.
[ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:] Male
(sexuality) Heterosexual
(relationship status) None at present
(crush) Princess Camellia Brook Krãsa
(relationship past) None. No one looks twice at the guard who's uniform is a size too big.
Adventures are never fun while you're having them.
[ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:]
(view spoiler)
(face claim) Skandar Keynes
↳ (description)
On seeing Sef, you would think him to be a boy trying on his father's armour, which is far too big for him. And that's all you'd see. Just a young boy, in too big armour. Under the armour, there's a boy with tousled dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin, freckles. Ears that are both too small and too big, a face that is too long, a body that is too gangly. Tall, but skinny, not enough muscle, you'd think, to be a guard. Perhaps he could be called handsome, were he some rich duke's son. But he's not. He's just a boy, in his too big armour.
↳ (hair colour) Black
↳ (eye colour) Deep brown
↳ (height) 5'7"
You doubt your value. Don't run from who you are.
[ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:]
Sefton is always a romantic pessimist. Those two words may not seem to go together, but somehow, through his, they manage to. You see, Sefton loves poetry, music, love stories, 'useless fluff'. He always has. But he's also rather pessimistic. And in reading tales, and poetry, he began to realize that he was nothing like those great heroes who slayed dragons, and rode off into the sunset with their fair maidens. No, he was too weak, too tall, too skinny to ever be called a hero. The heroes in those tales had huge muscles, might be tall, but had the bulk to match, and, of course, were devastatingly handsome. Which, of course, Sef was not.
Sef might be considered 'emo', but that wouldn't be exactly right. He's just very hard on himself, and tends to believe that he can't do things. If given a compliment, he will dissect it until it becomes evident there was a hidden insult all along. If, in training, he executes some sort of drill perfectly, he will decide he could have done it better.
(likes)
↳ Poetry
↳ Epics
↳ Heroes
↳ Princess Cam
↳ Music (he can play the lute, violin, and harp)
↳ Lakes
↳ Water
↳ Quiet
↳ Calm
(dislikes)
↳ How he looks
↳ How the other guards treat him
↳ Being a guard
↳ How he can never seem to be 'manly'
↳ How no one ever sees through his armour
(strengths)
↳ He knows his letters, which is fairly rare for the guards
↳ He has decent skills with a sword and sling
↳ He's a very fast runner
↳ He's a very fast swimmer
↳ Playing music
(weaknesses)
↳ His pessimism
↳ He doesn't have very good muscles, except in the muscles used for swimming and running
↳ He gets distracted fairly easily
↳ He falls asleep when he's tired, whether it's a good time to do so or not
↳ The other guards dislike him because of his pessimism and lack of strength
[ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:]
Sefton Quinton Howland was born to Captain Jack Howland, and Lady Mary Howland on December 30th. It was a cold night, and Mary refused to go to the hospital, insisting it wasn't time for the baby to be born yet. It was two weeks before her due date, after all. So it was that he was born in their home, with no midwife to attend to them. By some miracle, Sef survived the birth, a happy healthy baby boy. His mother Mary did not.
Jack was heartbroken. He hired a maid to look after his child, the child who'd killed his wife, and returned to his work as a Captain of the Royal guard at the palace. Sef grew up among servants who cared nothing for him. Even disliked him.
As he grew up, he began to wander to the library, and immerse himself with books, with poetry. He taught himself to play music. One day the servants took it into their heads that the boy ought to go and get some fresh air. He was ousted from the house, and left to wander. He soon discovered a small lake that wasn't such a long walk from his house. For the rest of that summer, he would take his books there, and swim or boat in the lake, then lay on the beach and read while he dried off. (It frightened the servants terribly, as they worried the boy would damage one of the books, or lose them).
When Sef was twelve, his father finally decided it was time he ought to begin taking an interest in his son's life. When he returned home, his son was not there, obediently waiting for him. No, the boy was out gallivanting at some lake, swimming in his clothes that he had payed good money to put on his back, deserting his prized books on the beach while he swam, and then reading them with his wet grubby fingers. Suffice to say Jack was not pleased.
He took his son's books away, and taught him swordplay, how to do what proper men did. He taught him to hunt, to fish. It was torture for the boy, and he was grateful when his father left. Then he returned to his books. His father returned in two weeks, however, and did so for the next two years. Each time, he expected his son to have improved on everything since the last time he'd visited.
Then, in the summer after Sef turned 16, his father did not come home for his bimonthly visit. A letter, stamped with the Crown's seal came in its place. They were sorry to inform the household that Captain Jack Howland had died while serving the crown. Sef was alright with that news. He hadn't been close to his father, after all, and now there would be no more training.
It was the second letter that was the problem. His father's will had been read, and he had not left his house and his possessions to his son. No, he had left them to some rich cousin of his. He also stated that it was his wish that his son follow in his footsteps and join the Royal guard.
So Sef packed his few personal belongings (a few books, some clothes, his harp, his lute, his bible and a few other things), and he went off to join the Royal Guard.
He passed training, hardly, and it was the worst month of his life. An entire month of nothing but exercise, training, and torrents of abuse from the trainers and the other candidates. The trainers were rude because he was nothing like his father, and because of his lack of skill in comparison to the other boys. The other boys abused him because of his lack of skill, and because the only reason he was in the program was because of his father.
He was given the armour and uniform his father had worn during his own first years as a Royal Guard, before he'd been made a captain, and he had had much more muscle than Sef. They hung off him oddly, and accentuated all the wrong things about him. The pants and sleeves were just a little too short at the ankles and wrists, the helmet was too big, except over the ears, the armour was far too large... It didn't make for a good look.
At the end of his training, he was given his assignment; he would be one of twenty guards guarding Princess Camellia Brook Krãsa, the fourth eldest princess, at seventeen years of age (very close in age to himself). He expected her to be dreadfully stuck up, and completely unbearable (she was a princess, after all), but she was anything but. She even smiled at him once! Him! Suffice to say that from that smile onward, Sef was head over heels for Princess Camellia, when she didn't even know his name. Who looked twice at a nameless guard, one among hundreds, let along one with ill-fitting armour?
(family)
↳ His father, Captain Jack Howland, deceased
↳ His mother, Mary Howland, deceased
↳ Various extended relatives that he's never met
One always feels better when one has made up one's mind.
*looks at clock* Good gracious that took me 5 hours O.O
XD yeah... He's just... Edmund. *shrugs* XD I seriously can't see him as anything else...
Omergosh he is to die for!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ *goes super crazy in front of laptop screen*
I have to go to school right now, actually, I'm on lunch break at home. And Scarlett is already somewhere.
I'm here again, where do you want to RP?
How about the Entrance Hall- could you please post first?
⒤ ⒩⒪⒲ ⒫⒭⒠⒮⒠⒩⒯ ⒯⒪ ⒴⒪⒰ ⒜ ⒞⒣⒜⒭⒜⒞⒯⒠⒭ ⒝⒴ ⒨⒠⒧⒤⒮⒬⒰⒤⒮⒣Ｐａｒｔ Ｏｎｅ
There was a saying that a man's true character was revealed in defeat. I thought it was also revealed in victory.
[ғuʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ:] Emilia Lindsay Layton
↳ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Emilia // Language unknown // meaning unknown
↳ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Lindsay // LINDZ-ee // English // meaning unknown
↳ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Layton // LAY-tən // English // meaning "settlement with a leek garden"
(nickname) Emi, Emmy
(alias) Dean Thomas Layton
Men were always quick to believe in the madness of women
[ᴀɢᴇ:] 17, but pretending to be 19
(birthday) July 13th, but she's pretending it is January 21st
(place of birth) Her childhood home, in a small town a short ride from the palace
(time of birth) 6:00 on the dot, in the morning
(birthstone) Ruby (view spoiler)
(birth flower) Larkspur (view spoiler)
(zodiac sign) Cancer
History does not care about the struggling of the individual. Only the outcome of their struggles.
[ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:] Female, but pretending to be male
(sexuality) Heterosexual
(relationship status) Single
(crush) None
(relationship past) None
It is important to understand that a hidden nature is not always an evil nature.
[ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:]
(view spoiler)
(face claim) Emily Browning
↳ (description)
Emilia used to have hair down to the small of her back, but she cropped it close to her head at 16. It's grown out since then (about mid-neck), and is quite choppy and wispy. Her eyes are a warm brown, and she could be considered to be very attractive. She's an average height, at 5'6", and is a fairly average weight, if a bit on the slim side, at 118 lbs. She has quite a bit of muscle, however.
↳ (hair colour) A nice shade of brown
↳ (eye colour) Brown
↳ (height) 5'6"
↳ (weight) 118lbs
You have seen me at my worst and my weakest. Now let me show you my best.
[ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:]
Emilia was always a girl who would fight for what she believed in. She was determined, focused, and would never back down without a fight. You did not want to get in her way. She was terribly stubborn, and always had a few choice insults at hand. She was very sassy when she didn't get what she wanted, and very temperamental.
She thought it was horribly stupid that women weren't allowed to do the same things men were able to. After all, they were both human, weren't they? What was the difference, really? What made men so much better, so much more qualified to do physical labour? What made women so weak?
She was always jealous of her brother, and how he got to do everything she wanted to do. Likewise, he often wished he didn't have to spend every waking moment practicing his swordplay. Perhaps their later switch was somehow ordained by the stars.
Emilia knew she was pretty, and she knew how to use it to get what she wanted, but she also thought it was horribly shallow that she was able to do this. What made her so pretty? What made one face so much better than another?
Surprisingly enough, while Emilia does enjoy fighting, and doing what males typically do, she also loves to wear dresses, and to do embroidery, and to sew, and cook. She misses having her hair long dearly, and she misses her dresses and skirts with a with a passion.
But it was her femininity or swordplay. And Emmy could never give up the dance. The thrill of life. The freedom. The clang of swords crashing together. She could never give that up, no matter the cost.
(likes)
↳ Swordplay
↳ Bow and arrow
↳ Dresses
↳ Long hair
↳ Wearing dresses
↳ Pants
↳ Cooking
↳ Short hair
↳ The clang of sword on sword
↳ The sound of 'I surrender' from her opponent's mouth
↳ Freshly baked bread
↳ Baths
↳ Being clean
↳ Reading
↳ Learning new things
↳ Balance
(dislikes)
↳ Being filthy
↳ Being treated like she's worth nothing
↳ Having to pretend to be a boy
↳ Being looked down upon for being female
↳ Having to lose part of herself
(strengths)
↳ Her gender
↳ Her beauty
↳ Her skill with a sword
↳ She's very fast
↳ She can read and write
(weaknesses)
↳ Following orders
↳ Her gender
↳ Her siblings
↳ She's not as big or strong as the other guards
↳ Her body
It is not often that the real world conjures worse than we can imagine.
Ｅｎｄ ｏｆ Ｐａｒｔ Ｏｎｅ
Ｐａｒｔ Ｔｗｏ
He grunted. "You have the courage of a warrior."
I watched him for a moment. He thought me courageous? But I was terrified. Always terrified. "No," I said flatly. "I don't."
He paused. "Are you frightened now?"
I nodded, shame flushing my skin.
"Is it going to stop you?"
"No."
"That is the courage of a warrior."
[ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:]
Emilia was born as the second child and first daughter to George Layton and his wife Maria. Her father was a guard at the palace, but he got time off whenever he could to see his family.
At the age of 6 and 8, Emilia and her brother would make their own wooden swords and practice swordplay in the garden. They both idolized their father, and they both wanted to follow in his footsteps, killing the "bad guys." However, in their games, Emilia began to notice a pattern. Her brother was always the hero, and she always played both the villain and the damsel in distress. She didn't much like this, and suggested a switch. Her brother laughed. "Emi, you're a girl!" "So? Why can't I be the hero?" "Because, Emi, girls can't be heros. You just get rescued, and you can be the bad guy sometimes. That's all." She hadn't liked that, and when her father returned home that time, she asked him why she couldn't be a warrior like him. He replied that she was too beautiful, and beautiful people shouldn't have to fight wars. She didn't see how being pretty or being a girl had anything to do with the matter, but she let it lie.
A little sister was born when Emilia was 8, and her name was Rosianna Tyler Layton. She was a pretty young thing, and very small. And Emilia loved her from the moment she was born.
Her mother died when she was 10, and her brother was twelve. She died of sickness. They hadn't thought it was serious, and the doctor had told them he could cure her. They woke up to find her dead, and the doctor gone with what they'd paid him to save her life.
Her father was never the same after his wife passed away, and he saw too much of her in his children. He began to come home less frequently, leaving them to the care of the servants. The servants who taught Emilia to let the men fight their wars, and to focus instead on her studies (her father had insisted, although it wasn't particularly seemly for a young girl of her class to learn to read and write), and to learn embroidery and to catch a husband. Her brother, 12 at the time, learned to fight and do what men do. And Emilia watched from her window inside the house, wondering why she couldn't do the same.
After many months of pestering, her brother finally agreed to teach her a few fighting techniques for self-defense. After all, she'd argued, she ought to be able to at least defend herself from muggers and thieves in the streets. So Emilia learned to fight from her brother, a secret well-kept from the servants.
When Emilia was 16, her brother was 18, and her younger sister was 8, tragedy struck the family once more. George Layton was killed in combat. They had to let most of the servants go, and Emilia was put in charge of the household. Her brother went about finding a job.
She found him sitting in his room with a letter. He'd been accepted into the Royal Guard, and was to report in three weeks time for training. The pay would be good, but he wouldn't be home much. And he could die.
As it turned out, he didn't die in the service of the King. No, his tragedy occurred before he even arrived for training. He became ill with an incurable illness. One that would make him unable to leave the home, and in a few months, would kill him. He was forced to hand Emilia a letter, to tell her to send it to the palace telling them he would not be arriving. She never sent it.
Instead, she cut her hair short, stole her brother's sword and armor, wrote a letter to her brother explaining what she'd done, and went to train for the King's army herself. A girl in the Royal Guard, masquerading as her brother. It was dangerous. More dangerous than perhaps she realized.
Her brother panicked when he found out, but knew that were he to reveal her, she had no chance at survival. He would have to trust her. He got rid of all the servants except for three that he knew could be trusted. A cook, a maid/tutor for his sister, and a doctor/butler for himself. Rose, at the age of 9 knew of her sister in the army, but also knew that she could never tell a soul. Her brother pressed that on her deeply. She could not tell, no matter how much she felt the urge to. If she told, Emmy would die. It was as simple as that.
Emmie made it through training without suspicion. They weren't looking for a girl. It was inconceivable that a girl could even consider joining the army, let alone doing so as a boy. So now she's at the palace, desperately trying to keep her secret and praying no one finds out. She wrapped her chest and stomach with bandages before she arrived, and claimed an long-past injury that would not affect her fighting, but it saved her from having to bathe with the other men around.
Emilia loves being able to follow her dream as a member of the Royal Guard, but she wishes she didn't have to be a boy to do so. She wishes she could defend her country while still being able to have her hair long, and wear it in styles that compliment her, and wear dresses. She wishes she didn't have to lose a part of herself. To follow her dream, she loses everything that makes her a girl, that makes her who she is. But to stay a girl, she has to lose her dreams.
(family)
↳
↳
↳ Brother // Dean Thomas Layton // 19 // very ill
↳ Sister // Rosianna Tyler Layton // 9
We are all more-and less-than what we seem.
Ｅｎｄ ｏｆ Ｐａｒｔ Ｔｗｏ
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Dracarys was born into a family of six boys and three girls -- he was the seventh, and youngest, boy to be born into the Wolfgang family. His father, who was general of the army, expected all of his boys to be fighters -- for each of them to earn a place within the guard ranks of the palace elites. For this reason, the boys were strictly raised in brutality and stress.
When Draco was not smuggling books from the sweet librarian who favoured him, he was chopping carcasses in his uncle's butcher shop, hunting doe-eyed animals in the forests, labouring in fields, and relentlessly swinging a wooden sword at his older brothers. As youngest, he was never a worthy opponent for his older male siblings, and was even pushed around by his sisters, who were busy learning how to seduce a rich man, birth, clean, cook, and sew in their spare time.
This did not necessarily bother him; his father blamed it on cowardice, but Draco saw it as maturity -- unless his life was legitimately threatened, there was no reason to engage in violence. He spent his time reading sciences and the tales of years past, from the modern day of democracy, to the Paleolithic era. Nevertheless, he was still forced into gruesome and death-related tasks and still worked fervently on his combat skills.
His interest in combat became genuine only when his brother was killed in battle and, a few nights later, his village -- among others -- was raided by the very army that killed his brother and his comrades. His mother told him and his other brothers to lead their sisters to safety in the bunker, but she refused to come with them.
When a few guards raided the house, they took all the food -- and his mother, no doubt to use her for their carnal desires. As for his father, his father never came home -- nor did his three brothers, who were also in the army. The children waited for days, feeding themselves by begging for food in front of empathetic strangers.
They lasted for several weeks before they were found, huddled in the dark on one bed, clinging to each other. They were all submitted to an orphanage, where they promised to never be broken apart. The system of the orphanage only allowed outside activities for an hour, and in those hours, he'd go to the library he had always loved, though the librarian he knew had been replaced. The new librarian was equally generous and nice, but he was disheartened to later find out that old Mrs.Carlyle had been taken war prisoner, along with her daughter, like his mother had.
He also frequented the bakery, where a woman married to a rich doctor worked, often bringing her daughter along with her. Her daughter's name was Claudia, and for the first time, Dracarys took notice to the female gender instead of burying his nose in books and swordplay. As they grew more familiar, they began meeting for that little hour Dracarys had every day, and would explore the village and the forests together..
By the time he had grown sixteen, he applied for a guard position under the ruler of Asya. When he was accepted, he convinced Claudia to come live in the castle with him, and they'd later get married. They did marry, and so did his sisters. Before he'd left, he had promised his sisters to find them suitable suitors so they could live their lives in luxury. They were later betrothed to his closest friends in the army, who were later promoted to dukes.
Dracarys and Claudia were expecting twins -- but the excitement was cut short when she was abducted during a trip to the village for bread. He never saw her again after that. He had to get away from his hometown; the disappearance of his parents, his brothers, his wife, all the bad memories. He said goodbye to his remaining four brothers who were in the kings guard, and his sisters, who had the prettiest dresses and luxuries at their disposal, and travelled to Krãsa to start anew.
❝ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ; ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ ɪs ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʟᴇss, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ❞
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من أنت ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ◜DESSERT ( ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ )
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It starts with the impulse to burn everything and everyone to the ground, and where does one go from there? Draco can be a machine of a man, who's foundations consist of black & white, control, and brutal logic; there are no grey areas -- no in-betweens; his true love is bloodshed. Dracarys has taken the role of an unsalvageable victim and he lets it adorn him like he was meant to play the game, and he does so like no other can. Contrary to popular belief, in times where he is assumed to be a sociopath, Draco contains a sense of empathy and understands the strife he puts people through; he just doesn't care who gets hurt in the process if it means completing his job. Like a glass of water on a hot day, he can be your anchor -- your relief -- but like a relentless wintry storm, he can be cold and relentless. He draws in, just as easily, those who would regularly resist temptation as he would those who were easily tempted. On his worst days, where he is wrath and rage, a worst nature is divulged. He has had a vast history of executing frivolous, vexing, and malicious actions, especially (but not extensively) against those whom have managed to do him wrong. Only after he feels he has lost control can the full depth of his destructive behaviour be fathomed and the consequences calculated with depth. Misfortunately for those associated, he tends to enact his rage on those he finds most important. To love and be favoured by him is the cruelest fate anyone could endure, for his indulgence of treating humans as pawns is as painful as it is pleasurable.
He's an open book with complex vocabulary; hidden in plain sight, he promises you the earth and the stars with one face and whittles away at wills while he steals your emotional security with the other. The most rewarding thing at the end of the day is to watch people succumb to his authority, because he has nothing left. He has no regard for good or for evil, no need for the usual vices and virtues of humanity. Where others see fate and patterns, morality and honour, gods and righteousness, he sees only lies stretched over mayhem, and plays with them like a child playing cat’s cradle. He holds chaos in his right hand, and his detached heart in his other. He may 'hate' or he may 'love,' albeit only in unconventional ways unbound from traditional emotion. He is neither gentle nor kind, except for in the most terrible of ways. Sure, in an instant he may incinerate valuable relations or entirely break a person, but at least he feels like he is in control; like the master of his own universe.
There is a violent, foreboding grace to him that cause people to shrink away in fear but admire from afar; after all, fear is the ultimate motivator, and everyone needs a little motivation to respect someone. People follow him blindly like sheep and only those who endure and survive come as lions. Sociopathic to a degree, the matter is debatable, but he is adherent to a certain principle of love; love is none other than an illusion, and anyone who believes in it is a fool. He admits that he feels strongly of certain persons and objects, but 'love' isn't a word he often uses in his vocabulary. He won't even admit he loved Claudia, because that'd only bring the pain back. Denial is, after all, his mother tongue. He enjoys the beauty of women, but what is in them as a human being is irrelevant to him. His aphorism is to never sleep with the same woman twice, and dispose of every single one like wasted candles. It is said that his love is most generous where it is most hurtful. He may be destructive or merry, precise or bacchanalian, dealing out death or candy or all at once, but he is never, ever tame.
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:o Lol, I can't believe I forgot that.
My bad. Yeah, I'll change that.
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But the personality is now added.
Of course, as you already know, don't forget to get rid of the periods in the html.(view spoiler)
Edit: Oh, thank you g.d.! That means a lot to me.
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Yeah, very great template :D
[Full Name]
↳First Name: Blair (Meaning battlefield or war from Scottish origins)
↳Middle Name: Regan (Used in Shakespeare's "King Lear" as the wretched daughter.)
↳Last Name: Conall ( Meaning Strong Wolf in Gaelic )
[Nickname(s)] Nothing really, just Blair.
{Theme song} Demons ~ Imagine Dragons
[Age] 17
[Gender] Female
[Birthday] January 15
↳Place Of Birth: Edinburg, Scotland
↳Time Of Birth: 5:32 p.m.
↳Birth Stone: Garnet
↳Birth Flower: Carnation
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[Relationship Status] Single
↳Crush: Eddie
↳Relationship Past: She liked someone when she was 11, but never really got to have a major crush on him. Eventually, she drifted away from him leaving her with Eddie, her new crush and one of her best friends.
↳Looking Into A Relationship: Yes
Rank: Secretly a guard
[Appearance]
↳Description:
↳Hair Color: Orange-red
↳Eye Color: Hazel
↳Height: 5'11
↳Weight: 148
↳Face Claim: Karen Gillan
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[History]
Ever since she was a small child, Blair wanted to see and walk in the halls of the castle. It's not that she was poor because she lived in a house of good class. It was because her best friend at the time was Adelaide. At the time, Adelaide was allowed to go see Blair. However, when they got older Blair had to find a way to see the princess. The only way she could think of was to become a castle guard and see her on breaks. The night before she signed up she cut her red locks into a short hairdo and hoped she could get away with it. She became a guard, and is actually quite happy with her job. She became friends with a couple other guards who learned her secret and during breaks she mostly hangs out with Adelaide and Eddie.
[Family]
↳Mother: Annabelle Heather Conall
↳Father: Edward Jason Conall
↳Brother: Nicholas Peter Conall
↳Brother: Samuel Leonard Conall
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[Personality] Blair is daring and isn't afraid to break the rules sometimes. A little adrenaline every day is like her medicine. She is sassy and smart at the same time, which can make her very witty and snappy at some times. If you get on her bad side though, that's a whole other story. She will find you and get back at you somehow.
[Traits]
↳Funny
↳Daring
↳Kind
↳Awkward
↳Sarcastic
[Likes]
↳Reading
↳Running
↳Walking around the castle
↳Visiting Adelaide
[Dislikes]
↳Serious people
↳When Eddie ignores her
↳People who fight with her
[Strengths]
↳Comebacks
↳Fighting
↳Reading
[Weaknesses]
↳ Being alone
↳ Eddie
↳ Theives
[Others]
~Scottish accent
~Dog named Agnes
~Necklace from her mom; Won't let ANYONE lay a finger on it.
↳First Name: Blair (Meaning battlefield or war from Scottish origins)
↳Middle Name: Regan (Used in Shakespeare's "King Lear" as the wretched daughter.)
↳Last Name: Conall ( Meaning Strong Wolf in Gaelic )
[Nickname(s)] Nothing really, just Blair.
{Theme song} Demons ~ Imagine Dragons
[Age] 17
[Gender] Female
[Birthday] January 15
↳Place Of Birth: Edinburg, Scotland
↳Time Of Birth: 5:32 p.m.
↳Birth Stone: Garnet
↳Birth Flower: Carnation
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[Relationship Status] Single
↳Crush: Eddie
↳Relationship Past: She liked someone when she was 11, but never really got to have a major crush on him. Eventually, she drifted away from him leaving her with Eddie, her new crush and one of her best friends.
↳Looking Into A Relationship: Yes
Rank: Secretly a guard
[Appearance]
↳Description:
↳Hair Color: Orange-red
↳Eye Color: Hazel
↳Height: 5'11
↳Weight: 148
↳Face Claim: Karen Gillan
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[History]
Ever since she was a small child, Blair wanted to see and walk in the halls of the castle. It's not that she was poor because she lived in a house of good class. It was because her best friend at the time was Adelaide. At the time, Adelaide was allowed to go see Blair. However, when they got older Blair had to find a way to see the princess. The only way she could think of was to become a castle guard and see her on breaks. The night before she signed up she cut her red locks into a short hairdo and hoped she could get away with it. She became a guard, and is actually quite happy with her job. She became friends with a couple other guards who learned her secret and during breaks she mostly hangs out with Adelaide and Eddie.
[Family]
↳Mother: Annabelle Heather Conall
↳Father: Edward Jason Conall
↳Brother: Nicholas Peter Conall
↳Brother: Samuel Leonard Conall
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[Personality] Blair is daring and isn't afraid to break the rules sometimes. A little adrenaline every day is like her medicine. She is sassy and smart at the same time, which can make her very witty and snappy at some times. If you get on her bad side though, that's a whole other story. She will find you and get back at you somehow.
[Traits]
↳Funny
↳Daring
↳Kind
↳Awkward
↳Sarcastic
[Likes]
↳Reading
↳Running
↳Walking around the castle
↳Visiting Adelaide
[Dislikes]
↳Serious people
↳When Eddie ignores her
↳People who fight with her
[Strengths]
↳Comebacks
↳Fighting
↳Reading
[Weaknesses]
↳ Being alone
↳ Eddie
↳ Theives
[Others]
~Scottish accent
~Dog named Agnes
~Necklace from her mom; Won't let ANYONE lay a finger on it.
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((Aw, another girl guard :( Emmy isn't special anymore))
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Yeah. And, I don't really think the other guards would just be cool with her being a girl... It's kind of strictly forbidden on pain of death.
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❝ When confidence is not enough, dare to be arrogant.❞
( ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ) Dawson Apollo Taggart
( ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs ) Daw
( ᴀɢᴇ ) 23
( ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ) August 14
( ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ) Male
( ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ) Single
( ᴄʀᴜsʜ ) Secretly, a maid.
( ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ) Guard
( ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ )
Dawson isn't the most handsome guy in the world, but he is good looking. In his family he is known to be average because of his green eyes, brown hair, and short hair. Dawson is 5'9, like his brothers, and is usually seen in guards armor, although he believes they are not worthy of being around him.
( ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ )
Dawson grew up in a large family, but he was the oldest which gave him only his parents as his role models. Since they were obviously mature, he took after the way they spoke and treated other people. Sadly, his father was always yelling for some reason, and Dawson formed an easily provoked temper. But Dawson's anger is not the only thing that comes easily, so does arrogance. He believes that he is better than everyone else and thinks that he should be a Royal and should not be considered equal with the other guards.
( ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ )
It was August 19, about year before little Dawson Apollo Taggart was born, when Henry Frank Taggart was hit by a car and lost his life. The two parents of the nine year old boy were mourning for the loss of their son for months, but they realized they would need another child to take care of them when they were older. Melissa Taggart wasn't sure if she could handle a baby, but Adam Taggart was convinced she could. So a year later on August 14 a child was born and to Melissa's surprise she couldn't be happier to have a baby in her arms again.
The boy grew up in a warm climate and lived on a lake in a log cabin as a Medium. He was the oldest of six children, two boys and four girls. Dawson's younger brother was four years younger than him and was very athletic, but not book smart. When the time came when he had to go off on his own he decided that a athletic job would do best, but instead of doing that he became a guard. Dawson was left at his home on the lake studying and tutoring his little sisters when he had the time. Although he was eighteen his did not want to go off on his own. But when his father got sick and went into the care of a hospital he had no choice. He did what his brother did because he knew he could get the job right away. Dawson's brother went off to be a guard at a huge palace, The Krasa Castle, and he tagged along with him.
Since he first moved into the Krasa Castle he has felt very out of place, although he didn't look it or people never thought of him that way. He saw his brother and made several friend, but only with people that he considered "Wealth Worthy- Born in the Wrong Family". Overall Dawson can now call the Castle home and trains with the other guards.
( ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ )
( ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ) Melissa Elisabeth Taggart | Age 54 | Married
( ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ) Adam Henry Taggart |Age 60 | Retired
( ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ) Andrew Michael Taggart | Age 19 | Guard
( sɪsᴛᴇʀ ) Olivia Nina Taggart | Age 21 | Married
( sɪsᴛᴇʀ ) Cecily Lena Taggart | Age 15 | Student
( sɪsᴛᴇʀ ) Tessa Hana Taggart | Age 13 | Student
❝ Anger is the only thing that you should put off until tomorrow. ❞
